Short Poems

Dearest of thousands, now the time drawes neere,
That with my Lines, my Life must full-stop here.
Cut off thy haires; and let thy Teares be shed
Over my Turfe, when I am buried.
Then for effusions, let none wanting be,
Or other Rites that doe belong to me;
As Love shall helpe thee, when thou do'st go hence
Unto thy everlasting residence.

Do you love me
Or do you not?
You told me once

1. Do, my Johnny Boker, we'll bust or break or
bend her; Do, my Johnny Boker, do! 2. Oh, do!

2 Oh, do, my Johnny Boker; get around the corner, Sally!

Disrobe, my love.
Since it has been such
a long time since the time
of miracles. Disrobe.
And let miracles begin.
I am speechless
before you.
Your body speaks all languages.

Dion of Tarsus, here I lie, who sixty years have seen.
I was not ever wed, and would my father had not been!

Dingty diddlety,
My mammy's maid,
She stole oranges,
I am afraid;
Some in her pocket,
Some in her sleeve,
She stole oranges,

Die not, fond man, before thy day.
Love's cold December
Will surrender
To succeeding jocund May.
And then, oh, then, sorrow shall cease;
Comforts abounding,
Cares confounding,
Shall conclude a happy peace.

" DICK , I marvel much why in every plat
Gloria Patri standeth before Sicut erat . "
" Tom, Gloria Patri is a gentleman:
In pleasant speech, speak so sweetly no tongue can.
Sicut erat is a churl, so rude and plain
That to hear him speak all degrees do disdain. "

The Devil was more generous than Adam,
That never laid the fault upon his madam:
But like a gallant and heroic elf
Took freely all the crime upon himself.

Deep in a distant bay, and deeply hidden,
There is an island far away from me
Which lulls the tumbling waves to dreamy quiet;
And there steep cliffs against the water's riot
Stand up, and to their shelter ships are bidden,
Where those curved arms shut in a tranquil sea.